You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
We could never learn to be brave and patient, if there were only joy in the world.
Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.
Things have been…odd, lately. I’ve been off my game. There are various possible reasons for this. And all of them are possible, not definite. Honestly, i think it’s a “some of column A and some B” situation. There are a bunch of wishy-washy areas in my life right now that I’m not wild about. Between numerous false start- and restart- relationships, trying to figure out what exactly I’m going to do with the next stage of my life and some strangely timed financial woes, I’m not exactly on solid ground. And not only is the ground on which I stand not solid, but I have no clue which direction to jump in order to avoid the crumbling pavement. These things do add up.
So, here I sit. Looking for something I have at least a little control over. And really, ultimately, what is the only thing that we have control over, but ourselves? I have to choose something. And I choose Joy. What does that mean? For me, it means that I choose to not let these predicaments that I find myself facing kill my peace. Not let the darkness that I’ve faced to one degree or another my entire life smother my joy.
I choose to not let the let downs, and the loneliness crush me. I choose to be…radiant. I’ve always treated joy like something that was just going to fall into my lap and make things perfect and rosy. But, for me now, in this stage of my life, to be joyful has to be a conscious choice. I need to be a grown up, and decide that my happiness, my joy, is going to fall onto my own lap to create. I can’t ask anyone to make my joy for me. Not friends, not lovers, not co-workers, or even my lovely family. Can I derive joy from these things? Yes. But should they be the source of my joy? No.
So, I choose to be a partner in the creation of my own joy, not just a spectator in my misery.